which is exactly how I am thinking.
However, the rest of the song, which goes something like this, “how can I tell you how much I miss you?” doesn’t fit my current wonderings
These lyrics were written (and sung) way back in the 1960s, by Carole King and it’s all about lost love and “…..it might as well rain until September”
Well, it is September and it has (surprisingly) just rained, even though the sun is shining. (Just one of those tropical downpours I have to become used to).
Still pondering what to write,
Francis Bacon, the 16th century philosopher - not the later (20th century) painter - is quoted as suggesting one should: “Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come the most unsought for are commonly the most valuable.”
So, do I? Write down the ‘thoughts of the moment’ that is.
So what should I do? What should I write?
Should I vent my spleen on the war-mongering that is proliferating on our planet right now?
Should I continue my diatribe about the inequalities that abound?
Or perhaps I should just tell about how I am in the throes of photographing and trying to sell great-grandma’s old fine china on eBay.
Because, yes, that’s what I’ve been doing.
Terrible feelings of guilt have been hard to slough off, but I am telling myself that if someone does buy these items, then they will be owned by a ‘someone’ who truly appreciates them and, unlike me, will not simply stash them away in a cupboard and never use them.
Then again, as I am unaware of the true worth of these pieces, I may be ‘ripped off’ by some antique dealer.
Nevertheless, I guess that ultimately the fine china teapot - and the tureen - will become possessions for someone who loves them. (Hopefully!).
But, of course, first I have to have a buyer.
We shall see.
And, look, I haven’t even mentioned Global Warming or fighter jets. (Phew!)